GETS STARTED
By JoeKid
(M/b, pedo, racial epithets, oral, anal, incest, ws)
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
READ THE STORY CODES BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY! If you don’t, don’t blame me if what happens surprises or offends you or both.
Okay, what follows right below is an ongoing “steal” (with permission) of the warnings/disclaimers/reminders from DannyR and his Incest Tales and Another Mike the Soccer Coach stories. The story is mine, pure (ha!) mine.
Author’s Reminder: Don’t forget that inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think? So when you’re done, put your fingers to a dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing: joeewing45@yahoo.com.
DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality. This story is a fantasy. It didn't happen. Never will. And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.
JOEY GETS STARTED
See, there’s this online group of white guys who, well, worship niggers, and obviously there are niggers in the group who enjoy the hell out of that. And there was a post about a white father and son servicing niggers together, and wondering whether that had happened to anyone. And since it had happened to me, I decided to write it all down, though it’s been a hell of a long time. Seventy years. Yeah, that’s right. And just so you understand, some of the stuff below is based on what I figured out or realized years later.
I was 8 the first time I saw my daddy suck nigger dick. I would’ve said “nigger” back then because my grampa who lived with us was always talking about nigger this and nigger that. So that’s all I knew.
I was born during the Depression and we didn’t have a lot of money. Lived in an apartment that was right on the edge of the “colored” (nigger) part of town. There was a kind of run-down, small park on the nigger side of the street. Run down probably because even back then if there’d been money to spend on a park it wouldn’t have been for the niggers. There was a small building with toilets not too far off the street. Looking back from decades of cruising park toilets, especially hoping for nigger meat, I figure the guy who designed the park must’ve been queer, so he made sure the toilets had really easy access to the streets.
Anyway, daddy and I were walking down the street, going to the store or something, and there was a nigger standing at the door of the toilets. Older than daddy, I think. Back then I wasn’t really good at figuring out nigger ages. Bigger, too, but not by much. Kind of rough and mean looking, well, at least to my eyes. He kind of scared me when he saw us and stared and then turned away and went in. Daddy stopped and said really nervous like that he had to pee and told me to just wait right where I was and he’d be right back. He didn’t exactly run, but he walked pretty damn fast, and disappeared inside.
So I waited. A long time. At least it seemed like a long time to me, since I knew how long it took me to pee. And daddy and grampa, too. In a one bedroom apartment a little boy gets to see a lot of daddy dick and grampa dick and peeing with the door open when momma wasn’t around. So being a curious little shit I started down the road to perversion one fucking step at a time, right into the toilet.
A dirty, raunchy, smelly toilet, all piss and shit and stuff. Where my daddy was on his knees and the nigger was holding daddy’s head real tight, and I could see the nigger’s dick sliding in and out of daddy’s mouth. Daddy had his pants open and he was rubbing his hand up and down his hardon (stiffie, I called it back then). Yeah, I’d seen daddy and grampa with morning wood, and they’d seen my stiffie pushing out the worn undies I slept in, but it had never occurred to me you could do anything with it.
It occurred to me right then. Daddy’s eyes were closed and he was moaning, and he didn’t see me. But the nigger did. He just smiled at the skinny white 8 year old with glasses, shaggy hair, barefoot, shorts and shirt. The little boy who was staring so intently at the nigger meat, and had his hands down his pants playing with his stiffie. He didn’t stop fucking daddy’s mouth, just looked real hard at me, and tilted his head and I understood right away he wasn’t suggesting or asking, he was telling me to move over close to them.
That was the first nigger order I obeyed, even though it was silent. Sure the fuck not the last. When I got over there, the nigger stopped fucking, pulled his dick out, all wet and shiny from daddy’s mouth, and asked daddy who the fuck the skinny white boy was. Daddy opened his eyes, and got all panicky. I’d never seen daddy afraid before. He admitted I was his, and when the nigger asked if I was a cocksucker too daddy started babbling about all sorts of shit, the gist of it being that I wasn’t and I was pure and innocent and his daddy (grampa) would kill him if he found out. About the sucking. Which only sort of explained the fear, ‘cause daddy stood up to grampa mostly.
I was a smart kid (damned smart man, too) and even though I’d never heard the word cocksucker before, I figured out that was what daddy was doing to the nigger, and somehow it just felt right for him to do it. I think daddy just wanted to put his dick away, which was still all hard, grab me and run, but the part of him that needed to serve niggers, no matter what grampa thought of them, wouldn’t let him. Neither would the nigger.
He asked if I wanted my daddy to show me how to suck a nigger’s dick, and when I just nodded, still staring at his hardon, he told me to show him my baby white dick. Don’t know whether he meant anything more than unzipping, but I pulled off my shirt, and dropped my shorts and undies and got naked. Me and my maybe one and a half or two inch stiffie.
Okay, if you’re expecting to hear about how the nigger was a big bull stud with twelve inches or something, and my daddy was a wimpy white with tiny meat, you better stop reading now and just go with that fantasy. My mouth and dick and cunt have serviced niggers for seventy damned years, and yeah, many if not most of them have bigger thicker dicks than most whites, but daddy was actually bigger than the nigger who was fucking his mouth. Daddy had eight inches, and the nigger about seven, with the nigger maybe just little fatter than daddy. And yeah, I know the inches because I eventually got to measure them.
Okay, so daddy was wimpy, but only when it came to niggers. Any other time, daddy was in charge, but as I learned starting that day, put daddy around a nigger and he was a submissive slut. No idea whether I just inherited that, or he taught me, or both, but fuck I am, and fuck I’ve liked it all these years.
Anyway, the nigger told me to watch closely while my daddy showed me what a good cocksucker he was, and then proceeded to demonstrate, big hairy nigger hands holding my daddy’s head tight, talking about what a pussy slut my daddy was, how he could take whole nigger dicks all the way into his throat. Then he started fucking daddy’s face really hard, rough thrusts that made my daddy gag and struggle a little. I glanced down and saw my daddy frantically jacking his own cock, and I was doing the same with my tiny dick. I figured if daddy was doing it, he must have a reason so I did, too. It felt really, really good.
Then the nigger told daddy he’d better not fucking cum, and yanked his cock out, leaving daddy’s mouth gaping, while the nigger fisted his prick and then spurt after spurt after spurt of this thick white “stuff” all over my daddy’s face and some of it on his tongue. When he stopped stroking there was this big glob still on his pee lips, and he asked me if I wanted to taste nigger milk. I just nodded. I knew that whatever that white stuff was it wasn’t milk, but I also knew that I wanted to know what it tasted like, since obviously daddy liked it.
I went to the nigger, leaned over and licked the glob off him. I didn’t know it then but it was like the final dose of whatever drug or pill you’re swallowing or shooting up, the dose where you cross the line from I-can-stop-if-I-want to full-blown addict. I was looking up at the stern nigger face as I lapped his knob, and then opened my mouth like my daddy and tried to suck. I didn’t do too well, so he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed hard enough to leave marks and told me I better not fucking use my teeth and then he forced his nigger dick into my mouth and some of it into my throat. I coughed and choked even worse than daddy and thought maybe I’d die before he finally let me go.
He told me to clean up the rest of the nigger milk and made me lick it all off my daddy’s face. While I was holding onto daddy’s shoulders for balance, the nigger squatted down and started feeling me up with his rough, callused hands. Rolling my almost not there titties between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pinching them a little and all I did was whimper. Feeling my little stiffie, rubbing a thick finger up and down the crack of my scrawny white ass, pushing a little at my hole.
Daddy’s face was so red and he looked so ashamed, but I know now he was also so fucking turned on by the humiliation of having his little boy know he was a submissive slut cocksucker for niggers, and then having the nigger make his innocent eight year old son do awful things to the nigger and his own daddy. I never could figure out why they were awful when I was doing it, but okay for daddy and the nigger.
The nigger was standing up, starting to put his cock away when daddy kind of whimpered, “Please,” and looked down at his big eight inches standing up out of his crotch and leaking. The nigger nodded and daddy said, “thank you,” really politely and started jacking, biting his lower lip, shutting his eyes to concentrate.
Then the nigger said, “Hunh-uh, ho. Yo’ son gonna do you. Wanna see him suck you.”
Daddy just blurted out, “No!” as his eyes opened wide.
The nigger backhanded him, knocking him back on his ass, bright, bright, bright red blood running down from the corner of his mouth, his glasses twisted sideways. Another nigger lesson I learned that day. White sluts servicing niggers don’t refuse their nigger anything.
So I got down on my hands and knees on the filthy floor, breathing in the kind of dirty smells that still get my dick twitching today, even though finding that raunchy kind of tearoom to cruise in is harder than hell, and let’s not forget how fucking old I am now anyway. I sort of thought daddy was going to apologize to me or something for what I was about to do, but like any man with a hardon, a mouth on his knob turned off his brain.
I got as much of his knob and shaft in as I could, which wasn’t all that much since I was a mostly virgin nigger slut at the moment, so daddy started fisting himself, and holding my head with his other hand, controlling me so that my mouth would bump up against his fingers as he jacked and moved my head up and down. I was drooling thick precum and mouth slime as he fucked my face.
I glanced up to see him all flushed and breathing heavy, the blood still dribbling a little, and saw the nigger’s hairy hand reach over and two fingers shove all the way in daddy’s mouth and down his throat, making him choke. I didn’t have very long to wonder why, because I felt one heavy muscular hand on my tiny waist, holding me very still, and then one finger rubbed against my hole, pushed a little and then shoved all the way in.
Even with my mouth full of daddy dick I somehow managed a scream, and heard an “oh, fuck, yeah, mothafuckin’ cunt” from the nigger and a moan from my daddy. But he kept right on fucking my face and suddenly there were two fingers up my ass, brutally shoving in and out, rubbing over something inside me (and yeah, of course now I know what the fuck it was but back then I had no idea) and then I was having my very first dry cum. Thanks to a nigger. And swallowing a fucking lot of thick “daddy milk” at the same time.
When I finally stopped gulping and daddy let me pull my head back, the nigger’s fingers were still all the way up my ass, and that fucking hurt. But I could see the almost dry blood on daddy’s face and I could add one and one and make fucking twelve. I couldn’t stop the tears, since the pain pretty much overrode the pleasure, the mind blowing pleasure I’d felt when I was doing what the nigger told me. And looking back, yeah, some of the pleasure was because I sure the fuck knew I was making my daddy feel good, but most of it was because I was doing what my nigger told me.
It hurt almost as much to have his fingers yanked out as it had when he shoved them in. I just went on crying and stayed where I was, breathing heavily.
The nigger grabbed my hair, twisted my head up and back so he was looking at me. The man terrified me but my little white meat stayed stiff. He said something like, “I’ma gonna breed yo’ pussy, white boy, so you kin suck yo’ daddy if he wants you, but you betta not have nothin’ up yo’ mothafuckin’ white cunt ‘lessen it’s shit or my dick.”
He shook my head and I gasped out a raw “yessir.”
He pushed my head away. Looked at my daddy. “You unnastan’ too, slut?”
Daddy’s “yessir” was just as quick as mine.
He told daddy that to bring me back the same time next week and that if he found daddy had been fucking around with his white boy pussy, he was gonna hurt daddy and hurt him bad. And then he was gone.
Daddy and I just stared at each other. He reached up to straighten his glasses, wipe the blood off with the back of his hand.
I smiled at him and his mouth dropped open. His pure and innocent son had seen his daddy eagerly sucking off a nigger, seen his daddy hurt and humiliated, been forced to give his own father a blowjob, had his eight year old boy hole brutally finger fucked...and I was fucking smiling?
Why not? I knew power when I saw it. I’d always thought daddy had it, but now I knew better. Yeah, in part of his life, but not all of it. The nigger...the man who was going to breed my boy cunt in just one week, the man I was thinking of as “my” nigger...had power all the time. 24/7, though that phrase wasn’t used way the fuck back then. I knew I fucking wanted that power, wanted it turned on me, and if pain was the price, well fuck, pain was the price.
“The nigger fuck your pussy, too?”
Daddy blanched. Hesitated. Nodded.
“Just niggers?”
Jesus, my daddy was sure fucked in the head to put up with his eight year old son questioning him like that. But he let it happen.
“M...mostly.”
I nodded. Satisfied I understood. “ ‘cause they’re the best, right?”
His turn to nod again, and then he caught himself, and tried to regain complete control of me, by telling me we had to get home and to get some goddamned clothes on. He stood up, the seat of his pants stained and wet from what he’d been forced down in, his knees dirty from his cocksucking duties, started putting his cock away.
That’s when we found out the nigger had walked off with my clothes. Daddy sounded all manly with his cussing up a storm about thieving niggers, sounding just like grampa, but I knew better. Knew that the most he’d ever do would be to beg the nigger to give my clothes back, and when the nigger told him to fuck off, he’d let it go.
He told me to wait there and he’d go back to the apartment to get some clothes, but I wouldn’t let him. The nigger had done it to humiliate daddy even more, and me, too. I just knew he was expecting daddy to have to walk me back home naked. He was right, daddy was humiliated. Didn’t work with me, though. If my nigger wanted me walking naked from that filthy toilet back to home, then that was what I was going to be doing.
And I did. With a stiffie all the way. And I took daddy’s hand to be sure every single one of the horrified people who saw us figured he was some sort of disgusting pervert, even while he was babbling to them about us being beaten, robbed, whatever. As if we looked like people who would have anything to be stolen. As if a mugger, even in that part of town, was going to just take the clothes of a scrawny white kid with the stiffie and tight little balls and hurting asshole, and leave the adult alone.
It wasn’t until we got inside the entrance to the apartment building, before the walk up to our apartment on the fifth floor, that daddy dropped to his knees, grabbed my thin shoulders and told me what had happened had to be our secret, that I couldn’t tell momma or grampa the truth, and I had to just go along with whatever he made up. He was sure grampa would just up and kill him if he ever found out his son was sucking dick, much less whoring himself out to niggers, and not even getting paid for it. Grampa died when I was 11, and he never did find out about me and daddy and the niggers who used us. But he did find out about my mouth and my pussy.
The steps were narrow and I went first. I reached back and rubbed my hurting hole, which I’d wanted to do the whole way home. I don’t know whether daddy was just horny anyway, or whether it was watching me play with my bottom that gave him the hardon that was very visible when we got stopped at the fourth floor landing. Mr. Johnson, a mean old man who lived right below us and was always complaining we made too much noise, was there.
His eyes got wide when he saw me naked and stiff with my hand around my backside, and even wider when he looked at daddy. I looked over my shoulder and grinned at daddy’s big stiffie.
“Joey’s naked,” Mr. Johnson said. But not in the mean way he usually talked. Different. Real different.
“And...he, uh, has an...erection.”
His voice was kind of odd, but I wasn’t looking at his face. I was a step or so below the landing so when I turned my head back I was staring straight at his crotch. Which was bulging. And his right hand was on it, not to hide anything, but squeezing it. I quickly learned that a lot of men of all races and ages had that reaction (hardon and dick squeezing) to the sight of a very ordinary, geeky eight year old white boy when he was naked and preferably had a stiffie.
I brought my hand around and started stroking my little hardon. Mr. Johnson moaned. I looked up at him and licked my lips like the slut I was learning I was. “Daddy, can I suck Mr. Johnson, too?”
Daddy’s “Joey!” was a horrified half shout half whisper. If he’d been stronger, he’d have whomped my ass, grabbed me and finished going upstairs. Instead he just stood there while his newly whorish son reached up and touched the old man’s hardon. I liked the idea of mean old Mr. Johnson having a stiffie because of me.
“Who else have you sucked, Joey?” he asked, his voice soft, his hand covering mine and pressing my small fingers around his cock.
“Just daddy. And a nigger in the toilet. But only after....”
“Joey!” Daddy’s voice was anguished and I suddenly remembered he didn’t want anyone to know he was a cocksucker, too.
“...after he was done playing with his dickie. I got to lick up the last of his nigger milk.”
“Would you like to suck my grampa milk, Joey?” He moved my hand up and down his stiffie and I nodded eagerly.
“Why don’t we go back to my room, Joey? Your daddy won’t mind.”
The last was kind of snide, and daddy just blurted out, “A dollar.”
Mr. Johnson kept on rubbing my little hand up and down his meat. “A quarter.”
My daddy was whoring me out. I’d just serviced my very first nigger, well, sort of, and sucked my daddy, and had my boy pussy fingered, and got told the nigger was gonna breed me next week, and here daddy was, making Mr. Johnson pay for my mouth. “Fifty cents,” I said. That was a lot of money back then, and I knew what I was worth, even before I got very good at sex.
Mr. Johnson smiled and nodded. He let my hand go, though I still played with his cock, reached in his pocket, pulled his hand out and carefully counted out two dimes and a nickel for daddy, and then gave me my very own quarter. One hand on my money, one hand on the source of my wealth.
“Come along, little Joey,” Mr. Johnson said, taking hold of the hand that had been groping him. “I’m going to fuck your little slut mouth.”
I inhaled sharply and my dick twitched. Another first. A man who was going to molest me talking dirty. I hoped my nigger would do the same. (He did.)
“You want to watch?” Mr. Johnson asked my daddy. I twisted a little to look at daddy. He was hard again, but shook his head.
“Just his mouth,” daddy said. Mr. Johnson nodded, agreeing on what he was buying.
So I went with Mr. Johnson. He sat on his couch after dropping his pants and boxers down to the floor. He was really old, old like my grampa, with a long skinny gnarly dickie. I liked it. I liked the old man smell of his room. The old man smell of him. The taste of his precum. It would be a while before I got good enough to swallow all of him, but he didn’t mind. I was the first little boy he ever molested, so he didn’t last very long before cumming a whole lot, maybe as much as the nigger, but I gave him the best cocksucking I could because I wanted to be worth what he was paying for me.
When he was all done, and I’d gotten every bit of his grampa milk, he was sagging against the back of the couch, breathing real heavy. I’d really, really, really liked sucking him, but I remembered the tingle I got in the toilet and I wanted it again. Even if it hurt. So I asked him if he’d play with my pussy.
After I explained he had me stand up on the couch, facing him, straddling his legs, and he sucked on his long bony fingers, and pushed first one and then two up inside my new cunt. It hurt, but he found that little place inside and I started whimpering while I jacked my tiny dick. He was just staring at my two fingers and thumb rubbing my little cock, while he fingered me, and then he stopped moving inside my ass. He put his hand on mine, stopped my jacking, moved my hand aside, and with a sigh leaned in and started sucking. And finger fucking my hole again, only harder.
That’s how I found out what getting sucked was like, especially with something working your ass. Like the two niggers when I was 9, one in my cunt the other in my mouth, while daddy took turns eating out their raunchy hairy asses. I wondered if my nigger would do it to me, but then guessed he wouldn’t.
I was right. Once in a while he might play with my dickie while he was fucking me, and if I got a dry cum out of it, fine, but it didn’t matter whether I did or not. It was just about my nigger getting his rocks off the way he wanted. Which is only right.
When I was done shivering and shaking, Mr. Johnson took his fingers out of my cunt and had me lick them clean, telling me what a good little fuck slut whore I was. He whispered in my ear that if I wanted to come back without daddy knowing, I could have another quarter. I knew he just didn’t want to pay the other quarter to daddy. But a skinny white eight year old boy whore is worth what he’s worth. So daddy and me both got our 25 cents every time I sucked him. And eventually he paid a dollar each time he fucked me. But daddy had to give the nigger 75 cents of it.
Still naked, with my dickie still hard and my pussy hurting even more, I scampered upstairs, my fist tightly clenched around the very first money I ever earned. Daddy had left the door unlocked. We were lucky. Both grampa and momma were gone. Daddy was all turned on when I told him about sucking Mr. Johnson, so he took me in the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed where he and momma slept and sexed, with his pants down around his ankles, too, and had me suck him off. He forced more of his meat in my mouth so that by the time I had all of his second load of daddy milk, my throat was hurting almost as much as my bottom hole.
And that’s how I got started on a life-long career of being used by every nigger dick I could get one of my holes around or my hands on. And selling my mouth and my cunt to older white men whenever I could.